Chapter 3: Terror Drone
October 6, 1999: Sergi spent the night in a collapsed parking garage that formed a crude cave. The parking garage used to be below something called Marshall Fields. He was uncomfortable all night in the old radiation suit and hoped that the readings would decrease as he traveled so that he might be able to take the suit off. He was itching and sweating and fully miserable. By mid day he knew he would feel like he had been attacked by a million mosquitoes an thought to himself "I don't care what the readings are, by tomorrow I'm taking this dam thing off."
He continued to walk through the ruins. Here and there he would see parts of broken cars, the occasional debris of American Grisly and Soviet Rhino tanks and personal people items scattered throughout the landscape that resembled the moon. He saw a sign that said Museum Campus l km. Before he could figure out what that meant he heard a clicking noise. Drawing the old 45 he had found he look around but could see no signs of life. He thought he must be going insane, which didn't surprise him. He reached his left arm inside the suit and pulled up his canteen which was still attached to his uniform. Dam he thought, half full, I'll have to be cautious. Suddenly the clicking noise started again. He quickly returned the canteen and pulled the 45 out again, every movement taking more time than he thought he had.
He then saw it, it was about the size of a large dog, with four legs it was completely made of metal and was grasping at the the air with pinches resembling chainsaws. It was an MK5 terror drone, designed by his country to attach American tanks in packs and rip them apart. He thought "how in the hell could that thing survive the blast." Suddenly the drone began to limp towards him, obviously damaged or it would have attacked him. Realizing the computer must have been damaged in the blast along with its legs, he began to run knowing that the drone could not tell friend or foe. If it hadn't been damaged its scanners would have picked up a microchip sewn into all Russian uniforms identifying him as friendly and avoiding an attack.
While distancing himself from the limping drone he saw a decent size building fully intact. The entrance had heavy metal doors with the steps secured by barbed wire and sand bags. This was probably done by the Americans as a fortification. He scurried up the steps bypassing most of the wire, tearing a small hole in his suit. "Dam if the readings are still high, I'm pretty much screwed now." He found that the doors were slightly a jarred and pushed his way in closing the doors securely behind him. Hopefully the drone was damaged enough so that it could no longer saw through metal..
He decided to explore this building, as it might be his shelter for the night. There was a giant skeleton that looked like a cat and hanging from the ceiling was a tattered banner that said "Wonders of the Prehistoric World, July 1-November 1. Field Museum of Natural History. "So this place is a Museum. If the U.S. Garrisoned this place, it probably has a generator, a shelter, food, and probably most important a radio." The radio would be a priority as then he could contact the American forces to surrender and get out of this hole. The clicking noise returned and he quickly turned to see something hiding in the shadows.
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October 6, 1999: Sergi spent the night in a collapsed parking garage that formed a crude cave. The parking garage used to be below something called Marshall Fields. He was uncomfortable all night in the old radiation suit and hoped that the readings would decrease as he traveled so that he might be able to take the suit off. He was itching and sweating and fully miserable. By mid day he knew he would feel like he had been attacked by a million mosquitoes an thought to himself "I don't care what the readings are, by tomorrow I'm taking this dam thing off."
He continued to walk through the ruins. Here and there he would see parts of broken cars, the occasional debris of American Grisly and Soviet Rhino tanks and personal people items scattered throughout the landscape that resembled the moon. He saw a sign that said Museum Campus l km. Before he could figure out what that meant he heard a clicking noise. Drawing the old 45 he had found he look around but could see no signs of life. He thought he must be going insane, which didn't surprise him. He reached his left arm inside the suit and pulled up his canteen which was still attached to his uniform. Dam he thought, half full, I'll have to be cautious. Suddenly the clicking noise started again. He quickly returned the canteen and pulled the 45 out again, every movement taking more time than he thought he had.
He then saw it, it was about the size of a large dog, with four legs it was completely made of metal and was grasping at the the air with pinches resembling chainsaws. It was an MK5 terror drone, designed by his country to attach American tanks in packs and rip them apart. He thought "how in the hell could that thing survive the blast." Suddenly the drone began to limp towards him, obviously damaged or it would have attacked him. Realizing the computer must have been damaged in the blast along with its legs, he began to run knowing that the drone could not tell friend or foe. If it hadn't been damaged its scanners would have picked up a microchip sewn into all Russian uniforms identifying him as friendly and avoiding an attack.
While distancing himself from the limping drone he saw a decent size building fully intact. The entrance had heavy metal doors with the steps secured by barbed wire and sand bags. This was probably done by the Americans as a fortification. He scurried up the steps bypassing most of the wire, tearing a small hole in his suit. "Dam if the readings are still high, I'm pretty much screwed now." He found that the doors were slightly a jarred and pushed his way in closing the doors securely behind him. Hopefully the drone was damaged enough so that it could no longer saw through metal..
He decided to explore this building, as it might be his shelter for the night. There was a giant skeleton that looked like a cat and hanging from the ceiling was a tattered banner that said "Wonders of the Prehistoric World, July 1-November 1. Field Museum of Natural History. "So this place is a Museum. If the U.S. Garrisoned this place, it probably has a generator, a shelter, food, and probably most important a radio." The radio would be a priority as then he could contact the American forces to surrender and get out of this hole. The clicking noise returned and he quickly turned to see something hiding in the shadows.
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